Prattle on
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Grey Saturday Morning
I just got done playing on Friendster. It's hilarious. There are so many guys on Friendster with that brooding persona, like they are all complictaed and deep. It's pretty funny. Not that I am one to laugh at people, but come on now. Anyway, my new favourite Friendster game is looking up people with the same last name as me. I found tons of people. But, my name is pretty common.

Well, I'd better get on with my day. It's noon and I haven't accomplished much.

Friday, December 10, 2004
Everyone should get a blog
My sister just called me - at work - and subjected me to a 20 minute monologue. The same monologue I heard last night. Then she got annoyed because I had to get off the phone and she wasn't finished talking. See, she needs a blog, then she can post what she wants to talk about and I can be spared the disturbance at work.

My Naked Intensity
I heard that phrase on TV last night.

So, this morning while I was getting my things together to get to work, I was thinking about how fortunate I am regarding coffee and travel coffee mugs. I briefly considered filling up two travel mugs to take with me to work. If one mug of coffee on the streetcar gave me so much pleasure than imagine how happy I'd be with two. I decided against it, although as I would have too much to carry.

I am getting spamed from USA Bible. I want to reply to the e-mail telling them to keep their hateful bible thumping crap south of the boarder, but, that will just prompt more spam. The re line says they are offering complimentary bible readings AND salvation. Thank goodness I can get salvation from the internet. In the past 2 days I have gotten that e-mail about 20 times. The only e-mail that is more frequent is from some company trying to get me to give people steak for Christmas - it makes a great gift.

So last night I had to go drop off some files at my bosses house - the one with the self-diagnosed case of Norwalk. I put the files on the bench outside his house and rang Typhoid Mary's bell. When he came to the door I ran down the front steps. Then he acted all offended that I wouldn't hang out. I say if you diagnose yourself with Norwalk, people are not going to want to hang out with you. I told him not to take it personally, and I was outta there.

Anyway, I gotta go do the mail merge for my Christmas Cards.

Thursday, December 09, 2004
All Is Not Lost
The great tragedy of last night was that I totally forgot to bring home my travel coffee mug home from the office. As I mentioned in my last post, coffee is pretty integral to my survival on the TTC, rather the survival of others on the TTC. When I got home, almost beside myself with grief, my roommate - clearly the best roommate in all of creation - told me I could use her coffee mug. So, I did and boy did I enjoy the streetcar ride this morning. I successfully ignored the irritating tween from the YMCA and was actually amused at the man who was brushing is teeth with what looked like an electric toothbrush at the corner of College and Spadina. He wasn't even homeless, he had a brief case and was clearly on the way to work.
The one thing that is clearly lost is my bosses mind. He has been sick for a few days - since Monday morning with the stomach flu. He has neither a license to practice medicine nor an advanced degree in infectious diseases, however through extensive internet research he had diagnosed himself with the norwalk (however you spell it). He had the shellfish that gives you the norwalk on Saturday at a dinner party, but is the only one from that party who developed the illness. Fine he has norwalk. However, he has also decided that while norwalk is highly contagious, his particular case is not. He told me as much "I don't think I am contagious, though." That's a bold statement, Doctor. This is the same man who decided he had pneumonia a few months back. Then he tells me that he wants me to bring some work over to his house. That's real funny because I am not going within 20 feet of him.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Wednesday Morning
Today started out a little strange. The phone rang before 8am. I assumed it was my mother or auntie Sharon. I picked up the phone real fast so it wouldn't wake my roommate. It was neither mom, nor auntie Sharon. It was this Portugese man who could say maybe 8 or 9 English words, they were as follows "paint", "morning", "today", "you", "hello", "sorry" ,"I" "number" - not necessairily in that order. He also kept saying my landlord's name "Dina Dina Dina". So, after I woke up my roommate and put her on the phone, I continued to get ready to go to work. Her 8am Portugese is, I guess, much better than mine as she came downstairs to tell me that there is a guy coming to paint our deck. I hope he paints it pink, but that is probably not going to happen.
I sure am happy that the College Streetcar is no longer diverted! Now it's all back to normal. That is, long waits between streetcars, spontaneous short turns and my favourite the irritating over-zealous driver who talk way too much into the intercom and hold up the streetcar to lecture some 8-year-old because he doesn't have his student ID. I have to say, although since I changed my morning routine the TTC is MUCH more bareable. Now, I make coffee at home and bring it with me. It makes the morning so nice. Now I don't get so angry at stupid people asking the driver stupid questions and even when this woman who wears too much perfume gets on (she actually still wears Opium - that stuff didn't smell good in 1989, it certainly doesn't smell good now), I call her The Opium Tent, I am not immediatly irritated. Coffee is like my perkaset.
Tonight I go to my capoeira class where I get to spend time with this super hot guy. It's real special now that one of my drunk friends ran into him at a bar and told him I think he is hot, it makes for an interesting relationship. Good times.
Just 7 hours and 42 minutes and I'm outta here.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Tuesday Mornings
On the way to work today there was this super cute guy in the streetcar. I mean super cute! Anyway, between songs I could hear that he was speaking Spanish. I pretty much stared at him shamelessly. Is that wrong? I hope not, because I really can't stop.

So, as always I am the first in the office. I know that one boss will not be coming in and the other often works at home when it is cold out. So, I may be alone again today - well, not alone, there is an intern here.

Anyway, I'd better start working.

Monday, December 06, 2004
Second Try
So, I had created a blog a couple hours ago, but realised that myhorrible spelling struk in the worst way and I misspelled the name for my URL. Since, I didn't want everyone to think I am a moron, I created a whole new blog.

As I said before - in the deleted blog - I will most likly use this blog to debate quitting my job or complain about people on the TTC. If anything exciting ever happens, the blog will be the first to know, well, among the first.

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